Let me tell you that what I call the manizers have come to town! […] Though I am not an expert on women, I have made many observations over the years.

You never know how people are going to eat, do you, if they’re going to be the sort to pick the food out of their molars in front of you, or be fussy about how to hold a fork. Sara and I were on the same page—tastefully relaxed and prone to treat asparagus as finger food. Although she didn’t especially go for my using two asparagi as antennae to demonstrate I was an alien.

The trouble started early this morning when Pop was shoving his shirt and vest into his pants so he could cover his shame, as he puts it.

Without enthusiasm, Bond ordered caviar, grilled lamb cutlets and salad, and angels on horseback for himself